Most of the party waits tensely, except for Bhalag, who fishes tensely. It does take lengthening his arms and unstringing the bow, and even then, he needs to make a DC 15 Dex check.
Zook, make a DC 11 Spellcraft check.
Meanwhile, some discussion is taking place above your heads.
"No, not the gnome! The gnome is death!"
*Whack*
Apparently Zaeryl's reputation precedes him.
After two or three rounds, there is a grating of axles against the top of your skycab, which begins to descend slowly, as though being pressed down by the skytruck above it.